[If she was safe. If she needed help. He's sorry- she supposes, for not knowing she would not be able to parse his words. All of it just whirls around in her head, knocking around in her skull despite how still she seems.
She cannot say that she had almost called upon him more than once in the weeks since they had returned from the Tree. Because she was lonely. Because she was in heat. Because she wanted to know what his message had said. Because she had gotten used to him being around. ... She does not even want to admit it to herself. Even now, she struggles with wishing she had condemned him more aggressively beneath the roots, made him too afraid to even dare try to contact her again-
But he steps closer and she does not move. Not beyond a slight hint of a swallow that runs down her throat.]
The world did not end.
[They were still here. The tree was healthy again. The Blight was being cured. And with it... the desperation to confess things before it was too late. Time had been rewound, and yet... she still remembered what he'd said. Still remembered he'd said he'd not regret it.
She loses the rest of the words. The ones where she was going to ask him if she should do him the favor of forgetting something he'd surely only said in the heat of the moment.]
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She cannot say that she had almost called upon him more than once in the weeks since they had returned from the Tree. Because she was lonely. Because she was in heat. Because she wanted to know what his message had said. Because she had gotten used to him being around. ... She does not even want to admit it to herself. Even now, she struggles with wishing she had condemned him more aggressively beneath the roots, made him too afraid to even dare try to contact her again-
But he steps closer and she does not move. Not beyond a slight hint of a swallow that runs down her throat.]
The world did not end.
[They were still here. The tree was healthy again. The Blight was being cured. And with it... the desperation to confess things before it was too late. Time had been rewound, and yet... she still remembered what he'd said. Still remembered he'd said he'd not regret it.
She loses the rest of the words. The ones where she was going to ask him if she should do him the favor of forgetting something he'd surely only said in the heat of the moment.]